Goblin

He almost did not notice hershadowed by the shrubberya goblin in the corner of the churchwarden’s gardenperhaps an apparitionsent from – where?When he could not unhook the well-chain, then she cameand watered the garden.She drew three bucketsbarely human, lithe yet wary in the evening twilighta piteous angel, yet to herself a devilonly asking a name in returnin all, senility took only moments to recallbut with his utterance she as a spirit seemed to vanishin sooth, a spirit – except the drops that still bedecked the rhododendron.